This morning I woke to the aftermath of a night storm with promises of more rain to come. I debated going for a walk, worried that I might get too far out on the trail and then get caught out in a torrential downpour. I went for the walk anyway, but I admit, Zoey-Bear and I did not walk nearly as far as we usually do. The thought of walking a long-distance soaking wet was not appealing to either of us. I did go the opposite direction on the Ruby Jack Trail this morning. So technically, I wasn't even on the official walking trail, but I was on the official rail line. It was overgrown and we had to skirt around a fallen tree or two, but for the most part, it was walkable. We did not go far, again, the concern about the rain and that I wasn't 100% certain that I wasn't trespassing. I didn't see any purple on posts or trees, and I didn't see any signs, but I still didn't feel comfortable. I am chalking that up to just being off trail and doing the unexpected. I used to do it all the time as a kid, I sort of miss that sense of adventure of wondering what is up ahead.
I still have to hit 3,000 more steps to get to my 10,000-step goal for the day. I considered heading to the YMCA but they close at 5pm and its a 20-minute drive and frankly I didn't feel like driving there. Which is the exact attitude that has helped me reach this hulking weight of 289 lbs. (That's what the scale said this morning, weird right? I mean yesterday morning it was 3lbs heavier).
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